... lower my gaze...

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I notice some one come into the isle I glance over and its a male. I decide that gather my things and I stand up blindly bumping into him. I freeze. "Uh." Is all I say. Before stepping away, noticing how he doesn't lower his gaze. I look down. Still unable to move. "I-" he says before being cute off by a familiar voice. "Yaseen?" I turns around and Jawaad I'd standing there moving slowly to me keeling his eyes on Yaseen. His hands gestures for me to come "Hafsa." His voice sounds dry. He swallows hard. I walk over to him. Facing him, my hands fidgeting nervous on the covers of my books. I didn't know what tension was building up but it was very scary for me. "Jawaad." Yaseen greets almost calm. I look up at jawaad his eyes still on yaseem , flexing his jaws he heaves out a sigh. "Let's go." Jawaad says turning to leave. "So you leaving like every other time?" Yaseen sad more roughly this time. Jawaad stops but doesn't turn around. "You left not me." His features soften and now I'm very confused because I have no idea what type of connection is going on here. "Excuse me, Hafsa and I have to leave." This to he walks away. I unintentionally give a apologetic expression at Yaseen when I meet his gaze his eyes just as green as Jawaad's. I look a little longer than should. Astagfirrulah. I turn and jog to catch up with Jawaad. His walking a slow pace, slowing down when he hears my footsteps. "Who is that?" I ask out of breath. "No one!" He replies harshly. We get to the car and he gets in and bangs the door. I flinch and slowly get into the car. He just sits there. Looking ahead of him then he sighs and starts the car. We force long in silence and eventually I break the silence being very rebellious, "Are you okay?" I say in merely a whisper. "Yes shukran..." He grips harder on the steering wheel. I don't know what to feel toward the situation at all. The one minute I was fine the next I feel stuck between some unknown tension. "I have to get you home before your dad freaks." I smirk at this. I love my dad. "Jazaakallah." I thank him. For the rest of the way I think silently trying to gain Allah's reward and seeking guidance and peace. For who knows where the road may lead me or any one else. I will have to wait and see.

Its after eshaa when I climbed out of the shower and my dad has still not come home. I get dressed into some warm sleep wear. Then go downstairs. I switch in the TV and .ale my way to the kitchen. I open the fridge and look for something to snack on. I spot some peppermint pudding I want to take it but I'm hungry. Disappointed I close the fridge then open the oven I find pie I smile shukran ya Allah... I carefully take it our and cut me a nice piece, poo it in the microwave and wash some of the dishes up.
I make my self comfortable on the couch and dig into my pie, Bismillah. I'm enjoying the last bits of my pie when there is knock on the door.